A snippet! A snippet for the hounds!
“Perhaps indeed I was, and perhaps I wasn’t and what’s dead to the wind and bones?†He spoke lightly, but there was a deepness to it that Izzy felt, the way she thought she’d feel loneliness or sorrow, an ache that stretched from her mouth to her ribs, a twisting line of darkness, hard and […]
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